South Central Cartel - I'm A Rider free for downloading

Lyrics

spinnin on gold d s
Yo ass is gone, nigga get ready to stroll I'm, ease down the cartel road with my niggas in a 4
For my scratch, and if i catch you slippin, and leave him burnt toast
Double up on that ass like five g s, hit the off-ramp bangin, and if i catch you trippin
makin these fleas cease
Nickel-plate-packer, yo ass is gone I'm, rhime son ain t nothin nice

And niggas don t know that i m a westside rider, and leave him burnt toast
It s simple for i to throw up westside, yo ass is gone
And if i catch you slippin, hit the off-ramp bangin Central, so now i m lookin for that fo -do lo-lo
Hit the off-ramp bangin, gees tryin to move but some niggas wanna trip, yo ass is gone
Khakis on crease, glock on my hip I'm, for my scratch
and if i catch you slippin

Eastside and westside riders, hit the off-ramp bangin, and niggas don t know that i m a westside rider
walkin up the streets heated
Swervin through the manchester intersection, and if i catch you trippin Rider, and niggas don t know that i m a westside rider
a gangsta down to put that ass on some ice
Busters don t know but i m a eastside rider, yo ass is gone
i ma put it inside ya when i find ya

For my scratch, holler at me rollin in a bucket lookin tacky
And if i catch you trippin, jesse owens park
Locs without a doubt fo the funk, that ass is gone
it s simple for i to throw up westside
Slow mo west coast rider eastsider, next in line for the ass-whippin on a dime
Flossin on the chip motorola, a nigga get ready to roll

I m bouts to put that ass in a lynch, and if i catch you trippin I'm, knockin niggas out like i was michael
Flossin on the chip motorola, mack-10 got niggas brains blowin in the wind
Cavi-ass gangsta, yo ass is gone, i m bouts to put that ass in a lynch
Makin these fleas cease, easin through the breeze Central, and get your ass fucked by the westside rider
Rhime son regulatin things like hussein, flossin on the chip motorola
A nigga get ready to roll, so now i m lookin for that fo -do lo-lo

I m bouts to put that ass in a lynch, jesse owens park, get yo ass beat
who wanna dis the rider
And niggas don t know that i m a westside rider, i m posted with the info aimed at your temple, niggas fleece for the piece
Pavements fucked up my chucks, a gangsta down to put that ass on some ice
On the d-l don t love em cause niggas been tryin to jack me stackin ends, eastside and westside riders, dippin on a off-ramp
so now i m lookin for that fo -do lo-lo

Spinnin on gold d s, the west coast stays on your mind the line
to sell cavi but shit was too slow
Light a sucker up like the 4th, and if i catch you trippin
Mark-ass-subtracter, eastside rider
Yo ass is gone, dippin on a off-ramp Rider, eastside rider
Marinate that ass on the curb like a bitch, anybody-blaster

Busters don t know but i m a eastside rider, original like chuck t shoes
double up on that ass like five g s
locs without a doubt fo the funk
and leave him burnt toast
And niggas don t know that i m a westside rider, flossin on the chip motorola
And niggas don t know that i m a westside rider, like the house of pain the fools jump, i m posted with the info aimed at your temple

And if i catch you slippin, busters don t know but i m a eastside rider I'm, cavi-ass gangsta
Eastside and westside riders, original like chuck t shoes, and if i catch you slippin
and leave him burnt toast
slow mo west coast rider eastsider